Chapter 830 You've Got Three Minutes

• "You—" James knelt awkwardly, the position not just humiliating but infuriating. He strained against the force holding him down, but no amount of struggling could free him.
• The weight of Gabriel's presence was suffocating, his cold, piercing gaze making James' stomach churn.
• "I'm the Warrior General of the Eastern War Department!" James hissed through gritted teeth, desperation laced in his voice. "This is a title bestowed upon me by the highest authorities in Numenis. If you lay a finger on me, there won't be a place in this country where you can hide!"